Seasons & Society

Soft, gentle, without a cause.
I run toward a light that moves.
Pain like this gives me pause.
I failed a lesson I thought I knew.

In my past I've struggled to speak. So God has called me to express. Satan tries every way to show me that I'm weak.

Not safe.

Trapped within a wall. I let this affect me, my lack of faith.

Kind words are lost on today's society. More and more people are hurt by the absence of kindness and love in our churches. Our lack of forgiveness speaks volumes more than our false praises.

It dries a heart that was ones filled with love for others.

Where does it lead? To dust and dust alone; the grave.

Caring for one another has been put aside. It is replaced with anger and deceit. Our words say, "violence is the only answer." It opens painful doors which should be kept shut and closes doors that should be open to opportunity.

We all have walls built up. Our most challenging task is to reveal ourselves, flaws and all, so one by one, the bricks will fall.

Society tells us our wall keeps us safe from the world outside. The choice is who to let in and who to keep out.

So many people so little trust; yet each has a spiritual gift; each we are called to love. We live our lives with opened eyes closed mouths.

All we can see is a fading life, from color to grey, not black or white. Slowly but surely life fades away, home is where I’m headed; don't waste today.

Dr. Pepper (2011)

Have you ever been walking and taken a sip of Dr. Pepper only to simultaneously have to sneeze?

So you inhale in preparation for said sneeze, only to choke on your mouthful of Dr. Pepper?

Then proceed to shoot it out every possible facial opening, till you're crying sticky Dr. Pepper tears?

...because I did that today...

Today (2011)

Could it be that it's genetic?

Or perhaps it's just my fear. 


Could be, maybe, I’m wishing


I was somewhere other than here.

Maybe it's my chemicals


Or it is nothing at all


Regardless, it doesn't matter


When my emotions take their fall

Could be, it runs in my family


Maybe it runs in my small town


Perhaps it comes just from me


Whenever I feel down



I'm probably just dramatic


It appears that I'm just weak


It’s only because there is far too much


That I hope for, long and seek



It could be I need to sleep


It's possible this, too, will pass


It could be, very soon, I’ll get better


Perhaps this madness won't last



Or maybe I'll go crazy


Perhaps I'll lose it all


It's possible I'll be fine


I'm just so conditioned to fall.